Wednesday, 17 March 2010

It's one of those days when you leave home with wet hair thinking you're gonna be superlate and you turn up before everybody else and feel real stupid for not bringing a comb.

No surprises waiting for you, no pleasant welcomes - no fuss - and there's a part of you that prefers this.

In front of you is an obstacle, an anthill for a child, a volcano for an adult.

I dip my fingers in the flame.

I dip my fingers in the flame.

Knowing in another 9 months

Even this will be mundane.

1 comment:

  1. how true...everyone has expereinced it at one point in time...its truly like dipping fingers in the flame...

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